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Hello! I saw that your requests are open, and was wondering if I could request some Kirishima x reader comfort? If you'd be willing to write for a plus-sized reader with body image issues that would be great, otherwise just some comfort for insecurities if that's okay?

Tiger Stripes

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Black!Fem!Plus-Sized!Reader

Genre: Headcanons + Drabble

Synopsis: Kirishima comes home from a day of office work to find his love feeling down about herself, and decides to dedicate the next few days to making her feel like the beautiful badass woman she is.

Warnings: mentions of weight insecurities, relationship anxiety, adult!prohero!Kirishima and adult!fem!plus-sided!reader

A/N: a new request in a long time is very refreshing. I hope I'm writing this to your liking. I’m not plus-sized myself, so I am very much open to criticism and advice from any of my followers who are plus-sized to educate me on the varying insecurities that come with it. Also after finishing writing it I realized the title may not be the best but I'm too lazy to change it so it’ll stay the same.

Kirishima had long-knew about your insecurities, especially having to deal with your weight. You made it a point to tell him about them when you first started dating as a way to get any negative biases about them out the way and, potentially, prepare yourself for a rejection if your insecurities became a deal breaker

Kirishima was very understanding and supportive, to the point where it seemed to good to be true. But kirishima is a man to back up his words with actions, and proved to you that the insecurities you endured were no match for the love, affection and care he would shower you with over the years

Even so, there were days where you just didn’t feel good enough. It had nothing to do with kirishima - he had been such a loving and faithful lover to you for the while you’ve been dating, but sometimes you just woke up and your brain chose violence against you.

Somehow any little thing you hadn’t worried about prior became big red flags the moment you woke up or saw yourself in a mirror. Kirishima would be gone most mornings, either for early patrol or to get a start on his hero paper work depending on the day of the week, and so on these days you are especially scared of your thoughts, because they could cause a relapse at any moment.

You would sit at the edge of your bed, mirror positioned in front of it, examining every flaw your eyes and brain could pick apart. The love handles that kirishima oh so loved to coddle became an eyesore, the different toned stripes that lined your arms, thighs, and rump became too ugly to look at

Kirishima called them your ‘tiger stripes’ because of how badass and powerful you were, but on days like these, your badges of honor became a huge burden to think positively about.

Somehow kirishima was always able to make things better. With his sweet words and loving touches, it was hard not to believe him when he called you his gorgeous tiger, so brave and strong and true, and when he talked on and on about everything he loved about you and why, until you were beaming and had forgotten about the negative thoughts brought on by your insecurities.

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    You stared at your reflection, eyes scanning over every surface of your body. The cropped top you slept in scrunched up just underneath your breasts revealed the love handles that didn’t seem so lovely in the evening’s sun rays. The shorts that hung around your waist rode up, showing the many discolored stripes of stretch marks creeping up and down your thighs, and those didn’t seem so lovely either.

    You hadn’t gotten out of bed all day, and the moment you did, the first thing your eyes set sight on were the parts of your body that you disliked the most, and on days like these where it was hard enough to open your eyes, you wished it all to hell.

    Unwanted thoughts ran rampant in your head about the reflection that stared back at you. Whispers of the ghosts of your past haunting you, degrading you, shaming you for something you’ve tried numerous times to control, but failed in each attempt. 

    The voices were beginning to consume you, echoing so loud that it felt like base speakers were booming into your ears. You cupped your hands over your ears, shutting your eyes tight in an attempt to silence them, even just a little bit, but it only made them seem to grow louder. Your body felt heavy with lead as the weight of those words whispering in your mind crashed into you, making you shake and shiver and whimper as you tried to ignore them.

    Then, there was a touch. A firm, yet gentle touch. A touch that drowned out the voices of those haunting whispers, and calmed your shaking body. A touch that brought you back into the real world.

    Opening your eyes slowly, you saw that the touch was from a tanned hand, rough and calloused from days of hard work. That hand, connected to an arm ripped with carefully trained muscles, connected to your human with such a concerned look on his face, it caused you a bit of shock. ‘When did Eijirou come in?’

    “Babe, are you okay? You didn’t respond to me when I called your name,” Kirishima asks softly, hand still resting on you to ground you from whatever experience you were having. “I mean, I know you jokingly don’t reply when I say your real name, but-” then, Kirishima paused, and looked at you. He really looked at you - then glanced back at the mirror behind him in which he had sat in front of to get your attention, and then pieced two and two together.

    “It’s one of those days, then, huh?” He asks in a quieter, softer tone than anything you’d ever heard. With the sense of safety and security spreading throughout your body from his fingertips, you gathered the courage to nod, confirming his suspicions.

    The redhead stood from his crouched position, gesturing you to scoot back further into the bed. You lazily did so, still feeling somewhat weighed down with anxiety. Kirishima crawled onto the bed with you, sitting cross legged, and gestured for you to come sit in his lap. You were hesitant, at first, doubts still weighing in your mind, but when Kirishima’s gentle hands came to encourage your movement, you found yourself following the direction of his hands. You wrapped your legs around his torso and leaned into his heavenly embrace. Strong, comforting arms wrapped around you as you made your home in the crook of his neck, not completely letting your weight onto him yet, but just enough that you were comfortable with.

    In moments like these, Kirishima doesn’t say anything unless you prompt him with a ‘How was your day?’ as some sort of engagement to relax the both of you from such a heavy topic. He would ramble on about boring paperwork or boring patrols, how he’s had to stop Bakugo from getting into a cat-fight, or how he helped a child find their missing parent. He found that the stories allowed you to focus on him and his voice, and therefore allowed you to relax, so he didn’t mind the rambling.

    Right now, however, he opted to placing a kiss on your shoulder, letting the comforting silence he brought with him take over the room.

    “I’m right here, baby girl; i got you,” he whispered, and somehow, you knew that everything was going to be okay after that. Everything always seemed to be okay, when Kirishima held you in his arms, swaying the both of you from side to side, while he admired the tiger stripes that adorned your thighs. 

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𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

୨୧— including: e. kirishima x fem!reader

୨୧— genre: fluff

after seeing kiri come out of the bathroom, you smiled softly feeling him sit down between your legs, resting his head on your thgh. "Hey baby, if you want could you help dye my hair?" You hummed in response, seeing his eyes light up. "Really?" "Sure baby, I'd actually love to. Your hair is really soft." After hours of giggles and laughs and slight dye staining your carpet you finished.

"Thanks baby, this is why I love you." He stated, putting the containers of dye back in your shared bathroom turning around. To find a streak of red in your hair, stifling a laugh kiri taps your shoulder pointing at the mirror causing you to look up seeing the colored piece of hair. "It kinda looks good on you actually, what if you gave yourself highlights!" He supposes excitedly! You roll your eyes playfully, "Maybe baby, I'll just see how I like this piece so far."

You ended up getting highlights <33

I’m crying this is so cute!!!

If you wanna see more content like this, while we wait for the next Given chapter, let me know! I have no shame when it comes to acrylics OMG I'm obsessed!! BEHOLD! ...my "bros to hoes" Kiribaku board ❤ or rather ~Kiri won't leave me alone so now he's a Bakuhoe~ You have no idea!!! I had someone in Osaka hunting through every 7-11 till they found the ohanami standees!!

The prints are by @soursoppi one of my favorite Kiribaku fan artists!

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND KIRISHIMA X READER ( preferably gender neutral but female is fine) COMFORT, THAT IS JUST KIRISHIMA. WHY IS IT ALWAYS WITH BAKUGO AS WELL?!? I JUST WANT TO BE COMFORTED BY MY FAVORITE ROCK BOY!!!😭😭😭😤😤😤